sheafrotherdon
11 August 2012 @ 05:06 pm
The Suit (Suits fic, Jessica)  
The Suit by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 351 words; Jessica (Suits). Set during the events of "Rewind". For [livejournal.com profile] robanybody

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sheafrotherdon
03 January 2012 @ 12:43 pm
Ficlet: Confounding  
Confounding by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 389 words. Comforting Steve/Danny tag to 2x13, tidied up from where I posted it in comments on [livejournal.com profile] dogeared's journal this morning.

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sheafrotherdon
15 May 2011 @ 11:18 am
Ficlet: Baffling, Beautiful (H50)  
Baffling, Beautiful by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 400 words, Steve/Danny. Steve McGarrett's idea of pillow talk. With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for the beta.

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sheafrotherdon
10 April 2011 @ 03:28 pm
for dogeared  
Sometimes, when Danny takes it slow, when he coaxes Steve with lips and breath and cock to linger, to tremble on the edge of coming longer than Steve ever knew he could, Steve's useless afterward, panting and sensitive as Danny cleans him up, mind-wiped and stupid when Danny eases back into bed. "Look at you," Danny says fondly, smiling, a little proud, and Steve would object to that on principle if he weren't so goddamn fuzzy-headed. So he grumbles instead, frowns just to have Danny smooth out the furrows between his brows, grumbles more happily when Danny spoons up behind him and gathers him close. He sags back, lets his eyes close, shivers when Danny kisses the back of his neck.

"Mmmph" he breathes out, and he feels Danny laugh against him.

"Yeah, babe," Danny whispers, and he kisses him again.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
02 April 2011 @ 04:03 pm
Fic: The Best Part (A Farm in Iowa Story)  
The Best Part by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 660 words for [livejournal.com profile] ginaree12, who asked for something from the Farm in Iowa verse, with grateful (and belated!) thanks for her donation to [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan.

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sheafrotherdon
27 March 2011 @ 05:20 pm
Fic: Mr. Movie Guy (H50)  
Mr. Movie Guy by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 890 words of Steve/Danny CRACK. CRACK. Where I kick the fourth wall a little, and Danny talks at length, and I think it explains everything to say I conceived of this while falling asleep.

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sheafrotherdon
20 March 2011 @ 09:31 am
 
It's late – or early, Danny's never been able to figure out when the old day slips away and the new one eases in, the moment tomorrow becomes today, and today becomes the day before – and they're only just asking for sleep, bodies scrubbed of another case, sheets soft against bare, clean skin. They're whole, and the bad guys are in jail, and the bump of Steve's shoulder against Danny's arm is perfect, solid, world made right. Danny shifts to his side, brushes his lips against Steve's mouth, winds a hand beneath the sheets to rest against his back. There's no urgency here – his thoughts are slowing, his back's sore, his eyes are already half-closed – but he's time and energy enough for this, for the sharp tang of peppermint and the soft, slick heat of Steve's ready mouth. Steve hums and sighs, meets Danny half way, a lazy drift of lips and tongues, a reassurance of gentle touch. When Danny pulls back, Steve's eyes are closed, stay closed as Danny kisses his jaw, as Danny settles against the pillows, but the small, steady back-and-forth of his thumb against Danny's hip is proof enough he's not sleeping yet. Danny inches in closer, lets out a breath, surrenders wakefulness to this shared, easy warmth.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
21 February 2011 @ 11:54 am
Beginnings (Danny, Gen)  
Beginnings by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 507 words, Danny Williams (aged 5), his mom, and his baby brother, for The Presidents' Day Blowout. How it might have begun.

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sheafrotherdon
20 February 2011 @ 08:16 pm
:>  
I wrote a wee Steve/Danny pornlet for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] giddygeek's most excellent birthday. [here!]
 
 
sheafrotherdon
15 February 2011 @ 10:32 am
Ficlet: In Your Face (tag to 1x17)  
In Your Face by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 410 words, Steve/Danny, tag to 1x17. For [livejournal.com profile] dogeared

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sheafrotherdon
23 January 2011 @ 02:17 pm
Written For Promptfest 11: The Mary Sue Edition  
Dangerous Smile, in which Catherine's sleeping over when the events of 1x13 begin, and Steve subsequently does not get tasered in the neck.

\o/ Catherine \o/
 
 
sheafrotherdon
15 January 2011 @ 06:57 pm
 
I committed comment fic again.

Professor Danny Williams, who has opinions about the Founding Fathers and women's rights.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
15 January 2011 @ 09:50 am
 
[livejournal.com profile] hermette wanted Danny in a Snuggie fic. So I wrote it. Because that's what I do.

Geeeeez, I feel like I drank a bottle of tequila last night and then got into a bar fight. Neither of which, I assure you, is true.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
10 January 2011 @ 09:02 am
 
Things is, Danny likes Steve so much he's stupid with it, one-hundred-and-four-percent over his head, and he's never as dumbface, brain sluggish, dim as when Steve's still asleep, face down in the sheets with the sun just up and his skin turned gold. He can't stand how much he likes him right then, in that moment, how his guts twist and his heart hurts and he just has to touch him, has to check him out, has to slide his hand down Steve's long spine and rub his cheek to the small of Steve's back. He nips the curve of Steve's firm ass because that makes Steve shiver and mumble and stretch, and his muscles lengthen, and he groans is the thing, and Danny's fucked, fucked, you understand, because he likes that so much, he likes it, he does, and Steve smiles at him, grabs at him, pulls him in close, and he's heavy with sleep, and they drowse just little, and they're naked and warm, and Danny could die from this, truly, just give up the ghost, because he likes Steve so much, all up in his space.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
06 January 2011 @ 07:51 am
 
The night they make the bust, rescue the parents, the three scared kids who've been held at gunpoint for the better part of forty-eight hours, Danny gets into the passenger seat of the truck and Steve doesn't say a word – not then, not when they pull up in Steve's driveway, not when they make it to the bedroom, not when Danny strips down to his shorts and crawls into bed, burrows right up against Steve, face tucked against Steve's throat, arms tight around Steve's back. Steve doesn't say a word just holds on, curves a hand around the back of Danny's neck, steadies himself so that no matter how hard Danny pushes against him to try and get closer, he doesn't fall back, doesn't move, just lets Danny find whatever he needs against the safety of his skin.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
22 December 2010 @ 10:38 am
 
[livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse was wondering how Steve and Danny would handle the cuddling thing, so -

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sheafrotherdon
17 December 2010 @ 09:42 am
Fic: Anything Less Than a Tank (H50)  
Anything Less Than a Tank by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~905 words, Steve and Danny, PG. Danny, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a sandwich run.

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sheafrotherdon
07 December 2010 @ 02:27 pm
Fic: Fixes (H50)  
Fixes by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ tag to H50 1x11. Steve and Danny, 500 words. Beta'd by the lovely and persuasive [livejournal.com profile] dogeared

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sheafrotherdon
30 November 2010 @ 07:18 am
 
When they were younger – a little more lithe; a little less banged up by the best misfortunes two galaxies could offer – they were greedy, touch-starved, grabbing and tasting as if each moment was their last. But now they've eased, or life has forced them, and they rouse themselves to soft moans and trembling hands less often than they did. It isn't loss. John smoothes a hand the length of Rodney's back – muscles and scars, bone and breath – and when the burn of hard-won tenderness curls an ache in his stomach he doesn't duck, but bends instead to nudge his nose to the flare of Rodney's shoulder. Rodney shifts, a groan and resettling of tired limbs, belly pressed tight against old, worn sheets, and John hums as he brushes his lips across neck and ear, as he curls in close, tugs the blankets to his hips.

Rodney mumbles and turns his head, blinks drowsily, manages "hey," and a sleep-blurred smile. He slides a hand from beneath his body, inches closer, throws an arm around John's back and hums something quiet, confidential. John sighs his answer, eyes closing, muscles gentled loose by Rodney's touch. "Yeah," he whispers, and waits easily for sleep.